A/N: This WILL be better and stop dragging soon. To answer TakenHawkeye's
question, I don't know which Major yet. I was thinking Charles, but also
wanted to know what you all think.
Disclaimer: I forgot it last time! Anywho, I don't own it, It's FAN fiction, right? I think I did in a past life, though. ;}
"Sir, Major Robinsen's here."
"Thanks, Radar. Send him in."
A thin young man with brown eyes and hair stepped in. Colonel Potter looked up. "Ah, so you're the new Major."
"Yessir."
"Well, welcome to MASH four-oh-seventy-seven," Potter said to the Major as they shook hands. "I'm the C.O. here-Colonel Potter. As I understand, you're quite a surgeon.
"Yes, sir," was the reply. Potter continued, "You'll be sharing a tent with two others-Captains- Hunnicut and Pierce. They can be crazy, but the nicest guys you'd ever wan to meet. I'll have-" (Radar came in and picked up the Major's bags) "-Radar show you to your suite," he finished. "Nice meeting you, Major."
"You, too sir," the Major said, saluting.
"Radar, is it?" Major Robinsen asked curiously.
"Yep. I kinda know things are gonna happen."
"I see," Robinsen said, sounding quite impressed. They went inside the tent and set down the bags. Major Robinsen looked around the room. Or, at least he thought it was under all the mess on one side. The other end was spotless.
"There's your cot," Radar nodded toward the neat side.
Thank goodness, the Major thought, not wanting to sleep in the mess as he was convinced something probably lived under it.
His train of thought was broken as Radar announced that he had to go back to work and "Captains Pierce and Hunnicut should be here soon, sir."
"You can call me Ben, Radar." "Uh, ok sir, Ben Radar-uh, Ben," Radar mumbled quickly before heading out the door.
Just as Ben sat down on his cot, the door opened again and the other two surgeons came in, slightly drunk.
"Well, lookie, here, Hawk. The new surgeon's here. I'm B.J. Howdy doo." B.J. stuck out his hand and it was shaken cautiously.
Hawkeye noticed the puzzled look on Ben's face. "Don't worry about him, he's just drunk." He switched to a Transylvanian accent. "It is I you should beware, right, Igor?" There was an evil look in his eye.
B.J. told Hawkeye to stop scaring the Major, they should introduce themselves properly.
"Ok," Hawkeye said after they'd sobered up somewhat.
"I'm B.J.," B.J. told Ben again. "And."
"Hawkeye. We've got the same name, you know." He received a confused look. "Benjamin, right? Me, too. I just go by Hawkeye."
"Do you all have nicknames around here?" asked the Major.
"No, but a lot of us do," B.J. said. "D'ya want one? We can come up with good ones."
"Sure. So, where're y'all from?"
"Crabapple Cove, Maine," replied Hawkeye.
"I'm from Mill Valley," B.J. told him. "How 'bout you?"
"North Carolina. Raleigh." He sighed. "It would be nice to be there right now." "Hey, can I ask you guys a question?'
"Sure, pal. What's on your mind?"
"I was just wondering-well, that guard in the dress."
"Ah, Klinger. He's trying for a section eight."
"Right."
"Say, are you married?" Hawkeye asked, finally remembering to ask his question.
"Nope, and I don't plan to. I'm not really good with, well, females," Ben said, much to Hawk's relief.
"That's o.k.," Hawk said. A snicker was heard from B.J.'s direction. His buddy had lucked out.
"Why? You got good lookin' nurses here?"
"Do we?!" said Hawkeye, looking over at B.J. "You bet! Finest kind!" The Major just laughed, starting to feel at home.
B.J. took out a deck of cards. "Do you play?"
The Major's eyes lit up. "I LOVE to. Any game. I'm not that good, though," -Hawkeye and B.J. exchanged mischievous glances- "but I'm fairly decent with most and an expert at Hearts."
"Well then," said Hawkeye, "what do you say to some Poker tonight? Say, around 2100 hours?"
"Ok. It sounds like fun," said the Major, as B.J. and Hawkeye went off in search of the other poker regulars.
Disclaimer: I forgot it last time! Anywho, I don't own it, It's FAN fiction, right? I think I did in a past life, though. ;}
"Sir, Major Robinsen's here."
"Thanks, Radar. Send him in."
A thin young man with brown eyes and hair stepped in. Colonel Potter looked up. "Ah, so you're the new Major."
"Yessir."
"Well, welcome to MASH four-oh-seventy-seven," Potter said to the Major as they shook hands. "I'm the C.O. here-Colonel Potter. As I understand, you're quite a surgeon.
"Yes, sir," was the reply. Potter continued, "You'll be sharing a tent with two others-Captains- Hunnicut and Pierce. They can be crazy, but the nicest guys you'd ever wan to meet. I'll have-" (Radar came in and picked up the Major's bags) "-Radar show you to your suite," he finished. "Nice meeting you, Major."
"You, too sir," the Major said, saluting.
"Radar, is it?" Major Robinsen asked curiously.
"Yep. I kinda know things are gonna happen."
"I see," Robinsen said, sounding quite impressed. They went inside the tent and set down the bags. Major Robinsen looked around the room. Or, at least he thought it was under all the mess on one side. The other end was spotless.
"There's your cot," Radar nodded toward the neat side.
Thank goodness, the Major thought, not wanting to sleep in the mess as he was convinced something probably lived under it.
His train of thought was broken as Radar announced that he had to go back to work and "Captains Pierce and Hunnicut should be here soon, sir."
"You can call me Ben, Radar." "Uh, ok sir, Ben Radar-uh, Ben," Radar mumbled quickly before heading out the door.
Just as Ben sat down on his cot, the door opened again and the other two surgeons came in, slightly drunk.
"Well, lookie, here, Hawk. The new surgeon's here. I'm B.J. Howdy doo." B.J. stuck out his hand and it was shaken cautiously.
Hawkeye noticed the puzzled look on Ben's face. "Don't worry about him, he's just drunk." He switched to a Transylvanian accent. "It is I you should beware, right, Igor?" There was an evil look in his eye.
B.J. told Hawkeye to stop scaring the Major, they should introduce themselves properly.
"Ok," Hawkeye said after they'd sobered up somewhat.
"I'm B.J.," B.J. told Ben again. "And."
"Hawkeye. We've got the same name, you know." He received a confused look. "Benjamin, right? Me, too. I just go by Hawkeye."
"Do you all have nicknames around here?" asked the Major.
"No, but a lot of us do," B.J. said. "D'ya want one? We can come up with good ones."
"Sure. So, where're y'all from?"
"Crabapple Cove, Maine," replied Hawkeye.
"I'm from Mill Valley," B.J. told him. "How 'bout you?"
"North Carolina. Raleigh." He sighed. "It would be nice to be there right now." "Hey, can I ask you guys a question?'
"Sure, pal. What's on your mind?"
"I was just wondering-well, that guard in the dress."
"Ah, Klinger. He's trying for a section eight."
"Right."
"Say, are you married?" Hawkeye asked, finally remembering to ask his question.
"Nope, and I don't plan to. I'm not really good with, well, females," Ben said, much to Hawk's relief.
"That's o.k.," Hawk said. A snicker was heard from B.J.'s direction. His buddy had lucked out.
"Why? You got good lookin' nurses here?"
"Do we?!" said Hawkeye, looking over at B.J. "You bet! Finest kind!" The Major just laughed, starting to feel at home.
B.J. took out a deck of cards. "Do you play?"
The Major's eyes lit up. "I LOVE to. Any game. I'm not that good, though," -Hawkeye and B.J. exchanged mischievous glances- "but I'm fairly decent with most and an expert at Hearts."
"Well then," said Hawkeye, "what do you say to some Poker tonight? Say, around 2100 hours?"
"Ok. It sounds like fun," said the Major, as B.J. and Hawkeye went off in search of the other poker regulars.
